Story: Milly's Geass

 

Let us take a moment to feel great sympathy for Cecile Croomy, shall we? For what reason? To start with, she's the head assistant for Lloyd Asplund. That's the end of the list. There is no second item. What, you want more of an explanation? Then you've not met the Earl of Pudding. Lucky you.

The process of getting to know Lloyd Asplund is the social equivalent of having a tooth pulled. He's not quite a sociopath. More like a layperson's bad understanding of a sociopath. Does that make sense? No apparent sense of empathy, nor of right or wrong. Everything amuses him - unless it interferes with his experiments. In a sense this had played to her advantage today. It was his turn to attend the fundraiser. Oh, how he hated those events. Though an Earl himself, Lloyd much preferred to muck in at the laboratory knee deep in elbow grease. It was his home, his habitat, whereas hobnobbing was merely a waste of time.

Still, Camelot could always use the sponsors. Normally Cecile herself went, as she was personable, pretty and likable... But this time they had insisted on meeting the 'brains behind the operation'. Bah. As if he was the only brain here. Cecile had her own little inventions and projects as well, thank you very much. She was just about as smart as he was, but overlooked because she wound up having to run after that man child.

"Hello Miss Cecile. Working hard today?"

Oh, but this certainly made it worthwhile. It would be seen as quite strange by Britannian society at large, but Cecile had developed a bit of a crush on their new, ahem, Devicer. Suzaku Kururugi. An Honorary Britannian. He was, honestly, quite the specimen of manliness. Most other Britannian women would look down their nose at the very idea of having a physical or emotional attraction to a 'mere Eleven', but none of those women had seen him come out of the shower. Or wearing a skintight plugsuit.

On reflex, Cecile adjusted her hair and put on her best genuine smile, and turned around to greet him - and was promptly surprised to find Milly Ashford standing there next to him.

"Now, Suzaku. I appreciate that Miss Ashford is Lloyd's fiance - "

And then... something funny happened. Oh. Oh gosh. Her eye sort of began to glow there for a moment, and then Cecile gained a whole new perspective on life. A much more perverse perspective. She patted herself down, looked over her dress uniform and licked her lips. Not bad. This might actually be an upgrade from Milly's body, which said quite a bit. Though, of course, it must be said that her devotion to sweet Lelou was also quite absolute.

"How cheeky of him," Cecile mused, giving it a nice twirl so she could show off, then she wagged her finger at Suzaku. "Sneaking his way into the military like this. How positively na-ugh-ty!"

"That's our Lelou for you," Milly giggled, stepping up towards Miss Cecile, wrapping her arms around the woman's head and slipping a good deal of tongue into her mouth. Oh my, how delightful. Cecile was one of those people who was trapped by her job and wanted a little more from life, but couldn't bear to break away because it was a vital step towards their ambition.

It wasn't as though Cecile had never been kissed before - simply never kissed by another woman. Milly's experience in this area was helping her out quite a bit, especially since she knew full well where exactly she liked to be touched, and how. Before too long, the two of them were moaning into one another, with each of them making an apparent contest of it: Who could make the other whimper louder first? Milly broke off the kiss to go right for the neck, while her hands went on the assault upon Cecile's boobs. But, aha, she didn't really know how Cecile liked that, did she? Her butt was vulnerable, as were her thighs!

E-Even so, Milly's strategy was proving quite effective, as she was quickly learning exactly what Cecile's body responded to. More to the point, her position was a lot more flexible than Cecile's. In fact, it seemed as though she had positioned herself in such a way that - That she could keep her most sensitive areas blocked off while being able to attack Cecile's most likely weak points. Shameful though it might be Cecile couldn't help herself - she lost from the instant this was made a contest.

"Well now, that's what I call a show!" Suzaku clapped. Both girls shot him a dirty look. No, not that kind of dirty look. The <i>fun</i> kind of dirty look.

In any event, the Geass layered into Milly was kicking away at the back of Cecile's mind. In order for this to be a permanent state of affairs she needed to be driven to the absolute brink of pleasure, to the point that her inner Milly took over on a more permanent basis.

"We'll have to be careful," Cecile said. "We have no idea when someone might come by."

"Don't worry," Suzaku said, putting his finger to her lips. "I know just the place for us to have a bit of fun."

That place, as it turned out, was nothing less than Lancelot's cockpit. Oh, how wonderful! What a novel place for them to get to know each other a lot better. Milly was going to stay outside dressed as an assistant in case someone came by. Having a lookout was never a bad thing, now was it?

As for the two of them, Suzaku had already taken off his clothes, giving them to Milly to put away in his locker. This was it. This was what she meant. The boy was a bronze god poured into the mould of a Japanese boy. Those muscles looked like they could deflect bullets, yet he was still so lean. Like the potency had been tightly packed. She'd seen him move when he really wanted to, the boy was like a wound up spring waiting to burst out.

Not that Cecile's body was anything to sneeze at either. Literally the only reason she wasn't giving the boy a nice slow striptease was the time factor. Well, no, that's not quite true. She also really needed to get her pussy stuffed, pronto.

Suzaku settled into the cockpit. Instinctively, he grabbed the forward levers as he would normally, but then pushed them aside so he could lean back and let his erect member stand upright.

"Why, this is quite the device you have down here," Cecile said. "We'll have to put it through its rigors. We need as much battle data as we can get about this deadly weapon."

"Are you sure you're up to it?" Suzaku teased, putting his hands behind his head. "It might get pretty intense."

"I'll tell you a secret," Miss Cecile said, leaning her naked body over his to whisper in his ear. "Cecile's wanted to do this for a while now." Then she lowered herself onto him, pushing down carefully to draw his hard member inside her, causing her to shudder with relief. "So far, it's exceeding her expect- ah! Expectations."

Once she had him fully inside, he put his hands on her hips and showed off that amazing strength of hers by completely controlling the pace. She wanted to go fast, fast, face, but he kept it nice and slow, letting it build and build and build. Cecile all but collapsed on top of him, letting her heaving breasts settle on his chest while she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hrm, you know, missionary is a little cliche, but there's not an awful lot of room in here," Suzaku said.

"Guts!" Cecile said. "Make do with what you can! And stop holding me back, I can feel my climax coming like one of Zeno's Pardoxes."

A blank stare from Suzaku. Oh, right. That was from the Cecile part of their new personality. Never mind. The point was, it was getting closer and closer without actually seeming to get there. Like she could reach out and touch it, but it was still miles away. How deviant, how naugthy, dragging out her much needed release by using his superior strength to hold her at bay.

"Have you fucked Princess Euphemia yet?" Cecile asked. Milly's memories indicated that he had probably not yet, but she wanted to hear him say it.

"Alas, I'm not her only bodyguard," Suzaku sighed. Cecile sat up, and he was unable to resist the temptation to reach up ofr her breasts. Much as she figured. This let her go right into it. "I think Cornelia's a bit paranoid that I might try something. She doesn't like me much."

"You - Ugh! Do - Ugh! Defy - Ugh! Britannia's r-racist creed by being sooooo much better an athlete than anyone else in the military!" Except maybe the Knights of the Round. The distinction was currently unimportant. "Mmm, but you know, getting you Lancelot's data isn't going to be easy. There's anti-theft measures in place that are set up to automatically warn when the data's being copied or printed in any way, and the computers that store it are tracked by location automatically."

Suzaku pouted. Right, of course. He wasn't aware of the full security measures, so neither would Lelouch be. Oh well. That was fine. Any minute now, she'd be Milly's up for good, and then they could work on corrupting the rest of the military from the inside.

And, to be quite honest, that sounded a lot more fun anyway. Teehee!